Here's the next chapter... WARNING: CONTENT MAY OFFEND SOME READERS
Chapter 27 – Their Bunny Baby(btw, in case you haven't realised {which i doubt} each chapter name {and the story name} is an incorrect idiom, this one comes from a term i'm not quite sure is real, a 'Bonnie' baby is a happy cheerful beautiful baby, my great aunt was called Bonnie {well, nick-named} because when she was born someone said, 'isn't she a bonnie baby?', so yea... thats my not so interesting story, i'm turning into Ducky, lol)
The next morning Ziva woke in a comfortable, warm embrace.
"Tony?" She yawned,
She heard a soft chuckle, "Good morning sleepy head." Michael whispered,
"Michael, I thought you were Tony." Whispered Ziva,
"How is the boyfriend?" He asked, smiling,
"Not a boyfriend anymore."
"You broke up?"
Ziva grinned, "No…" She looked at him then raised her left hand, "We're engaged."
Michaels mouth fell open, "Ziva!" He hugged her, "Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Michael." Smiled Ziva, "But there is something else."
"What?" Asked Michael,
"I am not sure if I can tell you."
"Ziva, we're partners, best friends, you're like my sister. And after Catryn, you can tell me anything, you know that."
Ziva sighed, "You are very kind, Michael, saying those things. You always know how to make me feel better. You are truly a brother to me."
Michael smiled, "What do you have to tell me?"
"I am pregnant. It is Tony's."
"You are lying." Said Michael simply,
"I am not." Defended Ziva, making Michael laugh,
"I do not doubt you are pregnant with Tony's child Ziva. But I do doubt that that is what you wanted to tell me."
Ziva sighed. "I need to ask you a favour."
"What favour?"
"I want… I need to find Catryn."
"Ziva no; she is with Samara, she is safe."
"I need to see her!"
"Ziva…" Warned Michael,
"Do you not understand?! Michael I must see her, I must find her!"
"Your father will never approve! And if you think asking him now that you are pregnant and engaged to an Italian-American non-Jewish man, will help you not as smart as I once thought! Ziva you are not thinking!"
"So what if Tony is not Jewish! He makes me happy! And so will Catryn! Michael please, you must help me! You are the only one that can; Samara is your mother after all!"
Michael went dark, "Samara stopped being my mother the day she took Catryn, just as Eli stopped being your father the day he asked her to."
"Michael, please!"
Michael thought and sighed deeply, "I will think about it Ziva, but in the mean time you will need help telling your father, yes?"
"Yes. And… thank you Michael."
"That is alright."
* * *
That morning Michael and Ziva stayed in his small home gym, Ziva on the treadmill as Michael used the bench press (he didn't need a spotter). After lunch they went the short journey to Mossad Head Quarters and Ziva walked straight to her father's office.
"Ziva!" Said his surprised assistant, "I did not realise you were in the country."
"Shalom Chesed, I wish to talk to my father."
"Of course! You are lucky, Ziva, he has no meetings."
Ziva smiled, "Thank you Chesed."
"You are welcome."
"Michael." Said Ziva; "Let us not keep my father waiting."
"Let us not." He agreed,
Ziva walked right up to the door, raised her hand to hover over the handle and froze.
"It is alright Ziva," Soothed Michael, and he put his arm around her waist, opening the door just as Chesed spoke into her phone,
"Director, your daughter and Officer Rivkin are here to see you."
"Ziva, my darling! What a wonderful surprise. You have come to visit your old father." He smiled at her, his eyes following Michael's arm which was still around Ziva's waist, as he led her into the room.
"Shalom Papa," Ziva said, "I am only here for a week, I need to get some things done," She looked at Michael and Eli smiled again,
"You miss Michael; it is understandable; you have been in America for a month, plenty of time to miss your lover."
Ziva closed her eyes and forced herself not to cringe at the term 'lover' when speaking of her and Michael.
"If you'll excuse me, Director David, but our reason of coming here is of great importance." Said Michael,
"Great importance?" Asked Eli. He turned to Ziva, "What is it my child?"
"Papa I have news." Started Ziva, she looked at Michael, who tightened his arm around her comfortingly, making Ziva smile confidently and face her father, "I am engaged."
Eli grinned broadly and jumped up, walking around his desk, "Ziva this is wonderful! I knew you would come around to the idea!" He kissed her proudly and turned to Michael, "Congratulations, welcome to the family Michael." He shook Michael's hand firmly,
"Papa." Said Ziva, but Eli ignored her,
"This is wonderful, I shall start planning the wedding immediately. A traditional Jewish wedding."
"Papa it is not Michael I am engaged to."
Eli froze and turned to her. "Who?"
"To-"
"I forbade you to be with that man! No, I will not let you marry him! You will marry Michael; he is the perfect man for you. He is Mossad and he is Jewish."
"Papa! I can not marry Michael! He is more of a brother to me then Ari! I am in love with Tony! And we will be married!"
"Ziva." Eli said calmly, "Is there something else I should know?"
"Ziva, tell him." Michael whispered,
"Papa I am pregnant. And Tony is the father."
* * *
She wasn't sure how he had done it, but somehow Ziva found Michael leaving her side and her father having her escorted to his top physician's house. She sat in the lobby, accompanied by one of her father's protection detail; he was there so she wouldn't run.
After twenty minutes of waiting Eli came out of the next room and walked to Ziva,
"It took some convincing, but he will see you now."
"Papa," tried Ziva,
"Go!" and he pulled her up by the elbow and forced her into the next room where his Doctor stood.
"Shalom Miss David."
"Shalom Doctor."
"Are you ready?"
"For?"
"For your abortion."
* * *
Ziva walked back into Michael's apartment that night, crying.
"Ziva, what is wrong?" Asked Michael,
"My father, Michael, he took me to his physician to- to-" She burst into a fresh wave of tears, "to get an abortion."
SORRY IF I OFFENED ANYONE, JUST GO WITH ME HERE, OKAY?
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